THE BEST wakeup call Tom had ever gotten was waking up to Camilla sucking him off. Already wet between her thighs, hot for him, and wanting to be fucked all goddamn morning. He was more than happy to go along with that plan.
Right after he got what he wanted, of course.
What he wanted was to shoot his load down her throat, and then get a taste of her pussy. Something he had missed over the last few months, and was pretty sure his memories didn’t do the taste of her justice. He’d barely gotten her through the door of her apartment last night before he had her bent over the back of the couch to fuck her silly. He hadn’t taken time for anything else—not when she had kept begging for him to just keep fucking her.
So yeah, he wanted that taste.
At the moment, though, he was a little preoccupied with Camilla’s mouth on his cock. She took his length in all the way to the back of her throat, and then sucked hard enough to take his breath away when she came back up. She did this fucking thing with her tongue, swirling it around the head of his cock, and then flicking it against the throbbing vein on his shaft.
One of her hands stroked his balls while her other teased his abdominal muscles with her fingernails. Every grunt—each groan—that came out of his mouth was accompanied by one of her sweet little hums. A vibrating sound that rocketed through his dick, and straight into his balls.
She’d smile each time, too, or as best she could. It seemed she liked eliciting some kind of vocal response out of him, and he didn’t seem to have much fucking control over his own body at the moment to stop the sounds. With each one, she peered up at him through dark, long lashes, and her lips curved just enough to tell him she liked it.
Tom wove his fingers into Camilla’s brown, bed-mussed hair, and grunted hard. “Fuck, Cam. You’re gonna make me come, babe.”
“Mmm.”
That was all he got back from her. Another one of those sexy little moans that only made him want to come more.
He thought she might only tease him by sucking his dick, and let him finish off by fucking her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. She planned on getting something from him, so fuck it. He would damn well give it to her.
Keeping his gaze locked on Camilla’s as she took his cock all the way into her mouth again, Tom tightened his grip on her hair. She stilled, and he felt her throat muscles constrict against his dick in the best way.
“You want me to come, Cam?”
She only blinked at him—lust swirling in deep chocolate orbs.
“Do you want to make me come, Camilla?”
The slightest curve of her lips answered him back.
Tom grinned, too. “Are you going to be my good girl and take it all for me—every last drop?”
She arched a brow, and her tongue teased at his shaft. That earned her another one of Tom’s husky groans.
“Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth, babe? Is that what you want, huh? Your eyes to water, and my cum down your throat?”
She stroked him slower with her tongue, and her hand squeezed his balls a little firmer. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to make his words catch in his throat with the unspoken promise.
“Fucking hell.”
Tom tugged on Camilla’s hair, and brought her mouth all the way up to the tip of his dick. Her teeth grazed along the sensitive skin of his cock, and all he could do was suck in a sharp breath at the sensation it left behind. He couldn’t remember a time when the sight of someone sucking his dick had ever made him as hot as Camilla was making him right now.
“Christ, woman,” Tom grunted.
Camilla winked.
His little bit of control flew out the window.
At first, he used the grip he had on Camilla’s hair to bob her head up and down. Her silky lips, and a rough tongue massaged his dick as he fucked her mouth. All the while, she never looked away from him. Those glinting eyes of hers danced with want, even as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat hard enough to make her tears gather.
It wasn’t enough, though. Not to get him where he needed to be.
Tom brought Camilla down his cock harder, and flexed his hips upward at the same time. Her hand teased his balls, her tongue and teeth dragged against his shaft, and her pleased, muffled hum vibrated from her throat.
It didn’t take long at all for the pressure to start building in his spine. The promise of release dug its claws into his gut, and it only made him fuck Camilla’s mouth faster and harder.
The second he felt the pressure release, he held her down on his cock as his cum shot into her mouth. With each swallow she made, taking in his release, her muscles constricted in the best way around his dick. It only added to the sharp pleasure stabbing through his gut.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Tom let Camilla go, but she didn’t immediately release his cock. Instead, she sucked him clean, and then licked his shaft from the base to the tip while she watched him through dazed, watery eyes.
Finally, she smiled at him.
Sweet, yet sexy, in a blink.
“Morning,” she whispered.
Pink, swollen lips.
She smelled like the peppermint wash in her shower.
Messed hair and trembling shoulders.
“Morning,” he replied with a grin.
“My turn, don’t you think?”
“Fuck yeah, babe.”
Tom grabbed Camilla around her waist and pulled her into him. His mouth crashed down on hers as he turned them over on the bed. Her tongue warred with his while she spread her legs wide, and grinded her wet, bare pussy against any part of him that she could. She pulled away from his kiss just to whisper in his ear.
Filthy, sinful words that drove him crazy.
Damn, he missed this girl.
“Eat me, fuck me, and use me, Tom. Won’t you make me scream and shake for you? Fuck me until I can’t move? Use me.”
Like he needed more of a reason to want to keep this woman forever.
Like he didn’t already want to.
Tom’s thumbs stroked Camilla’s pierced, taut nipples as he kissed down her toned stomach. She arched against each and every one of his kisses. Her skin tasted like salt, sex, and peppermint against his tongue. The lower he got, the more his mouth watered for a taste of something else.
Once Tom was eye-level with her cunt—and the little silver balls peeking at him from her newest piercing—he glanced back up at her.
“I missed your pussy, Cam.”
“I bet you did.”
All glistening pink, and ready to be fucked, her sex felt like wet, hot satin under his fingertips when he stroked it. Camilla sucked in a hard breath, but didn’t give him anything else. That was just fine—he’d get more noises out of her soon.
“Fuck me, you’re damn wet. I think your pussy missed me, too.”
She laughed a tinkling sound. “Someone’s very sure of himself.”
“Someone has a reason to be, Cam.”
“Shut up and eat my pussy, Tom.” She winked and added, “Please.”
“Only because you said please.”
“What do I get for the attitude, though?”
Tom smirked. “A red ass and my cock filling up your cunt.”
Camilla sighed. “Sounds lovely.”
This woman had no shame.
He kind of loved that, too.
Tom buried his face between Camilla’s thighs, and lapped up all those tart juices of hers. God, he had missed the taste of her on his tongue. He used that new piercing of hers to tease between his teeth and flick with his tongue. He didn’t think he had ever heard her shout his name as loud as she did, not to mention how hard her muscles tensed when she came that first time.
He went in for a second round just to hear her sound like that again.
The black and white checkered floor of the Brooklyn diner matched the pattern on the wallpaper, and the tabletops. He felt like he had jumped back a century in time just sitting there eating, but it was still comfortable. He gave props to the owners for being polite and welcoming. It certainly helped the atmosphere of the place.
“Do you come here often?” he asked Camilla.
She took the small bite of syrup covered pancake he offered. Once she swallowed the bite, she said, “Me and August, yeah. Usually a couple of times a week or so.”
“You two seem …”
“Hmm?” Camilla arched a brow, waiting.
“Close.”
“I’ve known her since I was like fourteen or something. She was new to my private school, some big shot girls though they could pick on her because she didn’t look like them or sound like them.”
“Let me guess, you kicked their asses?”
Camilla barked out a laugh that made Tom smile even wider. “Nope. She did, actually. She didn’t need me to do a thing for her—that girl saves herself.”
“Nice.”
“Right?” Camilla shrugged. “So yeah, I was like, I want to know that girl. The rest is history.”
“Friends like that are hard to come by.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Tom offered another bite, and Camilla took it between her pretty lips with a wink. There was something about the way her lips wrapped around the fork that reminded him of their escapade earlier. It made his dick hard in an instant. He pushed the thought aside, determined to talk.
Who knew how long he would have with Camilla this time around? There was a lot he wanted to do with her while he could. Talking was definitely one of them.
“You could have invited her to come with us this morning,” Tom said.
Camilla shrugged her dainty shoulders, but a sadness colored up her gaze. “August is busy with her internship. She used to spend like four nights out of the week at my place, but with this internship and the couple of classes she’s got, it keeps her away.”
“Sorry,” Tom said lamely.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not really, though, is it?”
“Part of life, isn’t it? You get busy, have shit to do, and make time when you can. Just something else to deal with, I guess.”
Tom reached over to stroke Camilla’s cheek. Her small smile made him do it a second time just because. “By the way …”
“What?”
“Your family is pretty awesome.”
Camilla’s brow shot up. “Oh?”
“They’re sneaky as hell, and I have to respect that.”
“How so?”
“They were grilling me left and right last night whenever you left the room.”
Camilla’s laughter filled up the small, quiet diner. “I bet.”
“They remind me of my family, actually.”
She chewed on her lip, and glanced away.
“What?” he asked.
“I just … thought to ask about your family, or whatever. Then I thought maybe you wouldn’t want me to, or something.”
“Camilla.”
She still wouldn’t look at him.
Tom pressed a finger under Camilla’s chin and turned her head, so he could see her eyes again. “You can ask me anything.”
In fact, he wished she would talk more than she did.
“Do you have any siblings?” she asked after a few quiet seconds.
“Two little sisters.”
Camilla’s gaze rolled upward. “Do they drive you as crazy as I did my brother?”
Tom chuckled. “They’re quite a bit younger than me. Sara is almost ten years younger, and Rebeka is twelve years younger than me. So, I’m beyond the age where they drive me up the wall, I think. It probably helps that my mother and father basically require me to look after the girls, or take one day a week to do something with them.”
“You know, I bet even though you’re so much older than them, they still feel close to you because you make time for them, Tom.”
“Is that why you’re as close as you are to Cross?”
Camilla nodded. “Partly, yeah.”
“Don’t leave me hanging, now.”
“I guess … he’s always been like my hero or something. I mean, I remember when we were younger and would fight like cats and dogs. Then one day, that just stopped. He quit telling me to get out of his room every time I looked in the door. He let me play with his guitars even when I scratched the faces or chipped the wood. He would read me books I brought home from school until I fell asleep just because I asked him to. He never let guys treat me like shit, and he made sure I knew how much I was worth, and to demand people treated me like I had worth. It’s a lot of things, Tom.”
“Sounds like your best friend, really.”
Camilla tipped her head to the side, saying, “Yeah, he is. He made time for me, no matter what he was going through, and he’s been through some shit. I couldn’t have asked for a better brother than Cross.”
Tom flashed a grin. “Don’t tell him that, though.”
She scoffed. “Fuck, no. Do you know how big his goddamn ego is? He doesn’t need me filling it with more hot air, believe that.”
Their laughter rang out in the quiet diner again.
Then, Camilla asked, “And what about your mom and dad?”
“Tommas and Abriella are … like a king and queen in Chicago, you know what I mean? They live in this huge fucking mansion that used to belong to my mom’s family, and hold court for everybody like royalty. Sometimes I think it’s strange how they are, but my dad quickly tells me to mind my business. They earned the right to do whatever the fuck they wanted for the rest of their lives. They love each other like crazy, and sometimes fight like they’re going to kill each other. My mom and dad are always keeping an eye out for the other one—they’ve got each other’s backs like nobody I have ever met before. Kind of makes me think, sometimes.”
“About what?”
“Just that it would be nice to have something—someone—like that to be with someday. One person to love and fight with, but know at the end of the day, they’re the only person you can always trust to take care of you, and be there.”
Camilla glanced away. “Yeah, I get that.”
She picked at the two caramel drizzled strawberries on the plate, and then lifted one up for Tom to take a bite. The fruit tasted sweet with a hint of salt from the caramel, but it was nothing compared to the taste of her.
“So, Chicago must keep you busy, then,” Camilla said.
“Busy enough.”
“Work is all you do, huh?”
Tom wiped his thumb across his lip to remove the last bit of caramel, and grinned. “Are you trying to hint at something there, or what?”
“What would I be hinting at?”
“I don’t know. Maybe trying to see if I was running around with somebody over these last six months.”
Camilla cleared her throat. “Not my business to ask.”
“But you could.”
“Not my business.”
“Cam.” Tom grabbed her wrist in his palm, and tugged gently to make her look at him. She did, but he could see she didn’t really want to hear his answer. “I didn’t ask for a damn thing from you—I don’t expect anything.”
“I know. I extended you the same respect, Tommaso.”
He shook his head. “That’s not how I work, though.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“Just because I didn’t expect shit from you while you were here, doesn’t mean I held myself to that standard, Cam. I’ve got an interest in you, and intentions to see whatever the fuck this is through. I wasn’t looking at anybody else.”
She cleared her throat. “Huh.”
“And you don’t need to explain anything to me.”
“But I haven’t.” Camilla shrugged. “Been with someone, I mean. Blame it on being busy, or not having any interest.”
“Or you could blame it on me.”
Camilla sucked air through her teeth, nodding. “Yeah, we could do that, too.”
“How’s school?”
“That really what you want to talk about?”
Tom smirked. “I want to talk about anything that has to do with you, Camilla.”
“That so?”
“Yep.”
“You still didn’t tell me how long you’re staying this time,” she said.
Because he still didn’t know.
Tom got three uninterrupted, perfect days with Camilla before he finally got a phone call from Chicago. Well, his father, actually. His gaze drifted over Camilla’s sleeping form as he picked up the call from Tommas.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” his father demanded.
Tom let his fingertips drift over Camilla’s naked shoulder. She didn’t stir beneath the soft beige sheets keeping her covered.
“Why?” Tom asked. “Did you need something from me?”
“Yes, Tommaso, for you to be in Chicago.”
“Figured out I was gone, huh?”
“Nice try on telling Adriano you needed a couple of days to clear your head,” his father said, “but it didn’t take a genius to figure out you left the city when I couldn’t get ahold of you.”
“I did need to clear my head.”
“You didn’t say you were leaving the city, son!”
Tom sighed, and scrubbed a hand down his unshaven jaw. “Everything on my end was handled. The crew is taken care of. There’s no reason why I couldn’t take a couple of days to relax or—”
“Because you didn’t think to talk to me, Tommaso. That’s why it’s unacceptable. You have responsibilities here, and you know that. A crew to manage—your crew, not someone else’s. You have duties to take care of, and not pass onto someone else. How can I reasonably believe you’re anywhere near ready to move up in the business when you pull stunts like this?”
“It’s not a stunt. I had other things I wanted to deal with.”
Like Camilla.
And whatever they were.
Tom didn’t tell his father that, though.
“You need to come back to Chicago.”
“Dad—”
“That was not a request, Tommaso.”
“To what, Dad? Run a crew I would rather not? Deal with men who behave like children and think I’m too young to be where I am? Handle a part of the business that you know I’ve never had any interest in? I needed a couple of fucking days to recharge, and then get back at the shit you wanted me to do.”
His father let out a hard breath of air. The speakers crackled at the volume of the noise.
Really, Tom knew that he had probably gone a little too far, but he also knew that he could get away with it, too. Being the son of a boss—and a man who loved his children—meant that Tom knew exactly where his father’s lines were drawn in the sand. He would never pull this kind of shit on his father otherwise, but he had left Camilla hanging for far too long.
Not to mention, he really did need a break from the fucking politics of the mafia in Chicago. Every man did, occasionally.
“What do you want, Tommaso?” his father asked. “What would make you happy, son? Can you figure that out and give me an honest answer?”
There were a lot of things he wanted.
Camilla, mostly.
Tom didn’t think that’s what his father meant. “For the Outfit?”
“Yes, for the Outfit. Tell me.”
“Not what I’m doing.”
“I figured.”
“It’s not meant for me—being a Capo, I mean.”
“For some, it isn’t. The crew has been better, haven’t they?”
“Sure, but only because the fear of God, is me, currently.”
His father chuckled dryly. “But you also know—”
“Fear doesn’t breed respect, only contempt. I can’t help what they won’t accept. You know Lou would be far better to run that crew for Adriano, Dad. Make him—give him his button, and let him run the crew. He comes from the same streets those guys do. He’s run with them and worked alongside them since he was a teenager. They respect him for it. That crew could be something worth having if they had the right Capo running them. Right now, it’s just a pain in the ass, but it doesn’t have to be.”
Tommas sighed. “See, and there you go, son, showing your worth and how much you know in this business. Sometimes I think you don’t listen to a thing or see what’s going on around you.”
“I see and hear everything.”
“What do you want me to do for you, Tom?”
“Give me something worth doing, but it isn’t this.”
“You need to come home, son. Soon. It’s not a request.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You went to New York, didn’t you?”
Tom laughed. “How did you know?”
“Call it a hunch. Say hello to the Donati girl for me.”